"Keep your scopes focused on the seam of the main gates."
Richard Mercer spoke sharply into his handheld radio. He sat in the passenger seat of his snow crawler. The interior cabin was losing heat rapidly.
"Sniper team one is in position Mayor," Captain Vance replied over the static. "We have elevated sightlines from the ruined bank across the plaza."
"Wait for the gates to open," Richard commanded. "He will be desperate for oxygen. Aim for his chest as soon as he stumbles out."
The Class Five super blizzard roared across the dead city of Brighthaven. The wind howled through the skeletal remains of the skyscrapers.
Richard wiped a circle of condensation off the reinforced glass window. He stared at the glowing titanium fortress. He anticipated a total surrender.
He expected Malcolm t
